Remembrance Poem by Ben Littlechild
Remembrance
In days of grey and war.
Young men, the world over joined by the score
Kitchener called and were seen no more.
In flanders, they lie in mud and soil.
We know not the horrors in which they toiled.
Death from above, below and the side.
In trenches of mud and water they hide.
Democracy swayed in the wind of tyranny.
Yet these men held fast for you and me.
Rains of blood and hail of lead
Never forget our honoured dead.
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4/23/2024 3:21:16 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Casualties of war....people as collateral damage: the world we live in, so sad at times - but we persevere and never forget our heroes who have sacrificed so much - that's why we are still here: experiencing global recession and yet, we persevere so that we may honor them with our own small sacrifices.